At first it was numb, and then he felt a white hot, searing pain in his left leg. Punzy had just gone straight through his leg, again, as if it were air. Punsy was now wrapping it up in her scarf but it was too thin so the blood just crept through. Pok waddled over to a tree stump and picked up a stick for Lopkin to use as a wooden leg.

Lopkin had completely forgotten about the FORP behind them and tried to look over the log but he was too weak. He fell back with a thump, but realising what he was looking for, Punsy just checking that they were gone. They were, probably because they have bad eyesight, it didn’t mean they were off the hook yet though. The FORP were just round the corner and Lopkin was hanging on for dear life.

He crawled but couldn’t get a good grip, Punsy dragged him but he was too heavy. In the end Lopkin was on her back and Pok was the one walking. They walked for about 6 hours on end. Punsy was too tired by then so stopped for a rest. There was a lady there who said “Come with me if you want to live!”